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The 14th sat slouched in his chair, ash grey arms folded over his chest. He was still dressed in the ragged clothes that he had been wearing for the last sixteen hours. His golden eyes where closed as the Black Order's head nurse barked orders at her staff. He allowed his mind to drift for a moment.
Just listening… breathing…resting for just a moment…
He had survived, but not many of his White's beloved comrades had, though the truly important ones had at least. The Accommodator of the Dark Boots had somehow made it out alive, and so had the Jr. Bookman. The woman who could control time was barely alive, so drain from her Innocence that she was having a hard time just breathing. The other Parasitic Accommodator was being taken care of by the nurses now, but the 14th had no doubt that he would live.
Exorcists could be truly stubborn creatures.
And yes, the sword wielding exorcist had also survived. He and the 14th Noah were the only ones that were not being treated by the nurses. Kanda had already healed and the 14th was a Noah, so he tended to heal just as fast, though he had to admit that he felt drained in more ways than one.
"You died Allen! That Akuma stabbed you!" The 14th heard the Dark Boots Accommodator say. She was upset; he could hear the tears in her voice. "I thought you were dead…" she whispered at the end. The Musician could feel her eyes on him then, so he opened his golden eyes to meet her violet. The young lady was looking at him almost accusingly, like the Noah had done something to taint his darling nephew. That he had made his White less human. Accusing eyes saying that the 14th was holding back on them…
The thought that it may have been easier for him if she had died ran through his should kill them and just get it over with. He could make them die slowly and painfully. This human girl would have to be the first, then the Jr. Bookman. Kanda would be a pain but his death would be the most enjoyable. The others would fallow quickly after…
It would just be him and his White then. His White, who apparently was still tainted from his Noah just enough from the time when they had inhabited the same body. Tainted just enough for him to live through something that he should have died from. Any human would have died from…
His White had never been completely human though…
The 14th stopped his thoughts there as he slowly stood from his seat. He carefully kept his lips in a line and his eyes flat. He moved easily past the humans to approach his beloved White. Allen's grey eyes set on staring at his hands, his pale body tense under the baggy blue shirt and black pants. His White had yet to meet his eyes since the 14th's outburst, since his darling nephew had just barley been able to pull his Noah back from his beast.
The 14th didn't like it, hated it, and he really needed to kill something because if Musician stood in front of his White who was sitting on one of the hospital beds, looking for all the world like he was about to cry. His anger spiked and his grey hand shot out to take a bruising hold on his White's thin right arm. Allen flinched from the contact but kept his head and grey eyes down as he was pulled up from the bed. The 14th turned and started to drag his White from the room, with no one moving to stop him, when a soft voice spoke up from behind them.
"You didn't know, did you? That's why…" Lenalee's voice though so very quick still carried through the noisy room. The Musician paused at the door. "You were scared. You also thought he was dead."
The 14th golden eyes closed and his grip on his White's arm tightened. "I'm a Noah," was all he said before he continued out of the room. He was a Noah, and the humans could never understand what that meant. He was the Black, where Allen was the White.
You could not have one without the other. They would always collapse onto themselves if one was no longer present.
His dear nephew did not resist him as they made their way down the dark halls of the Order. He didn't stop until he reached Allen's room. He pulled his White in behind him before he threw him onto the bed. The door was slowly closed and then locked and the 14th stood there, gold eyes burning holes into the wood.
He needed his White. He could not be without him. Because where as the 14th may have tainted the life of the human named Allen, the White had also tainted the Blackness of his Noah. That's was why he could not bring himself to kill the humans, not these humans, when that was all he wanted to do.
The 14th Noah existed for Allen Walker, everything revolved around him. If it would make his White smile at him then the musician would destroy the world. If it would make his nephew look to him with those silver eyes, look at him and no one else, then the 14th Noah would save it.
All in the name of his darling nephew.
It had to have been at least ten minutes before either of them moved. His darling White moving to sit up on the bed, his clothes rustlings as he moved. He could feel grey eyes finally, finallylooking at him.
….Silver eyes became flat and then slid closed…. Red staining the White of the one Allen Walker…
The 14th growled low in his throat, turned and was on the bed before his White could blink. Ash colored fingers grabbed hand fulls of the shirt his nephew was forced into wearing and pulled up. The shirt was removed from the pale body below him and then thrown to the side. The 14th's hands then dragged their way down his White's pale sides earning him a shutter – his grey skin looking so dark against the pale white of his darling nephew's.
His hands moved to the front of the black pants, intent on removing them, when his White's hands shot out to grip the 14th's. His beloved and darling White was trembling. Burning gold moved to look into liquid silver. Beautiful shining tears slid down the pale checks, falling into the white hair that was fanned out around his head. Pale chest bare for him to see and long clothed legs trembling around his hips.
Those silver eyes held fear and uncertainty and the 14th could only grin at his precious White. "Stop…I'm afraid of this!" The tears said, but the silver eyes whispered something completely different. Deep and burning liquid mercury, they pleaded for him. Begged for him to stay close –to get closer… to never leave the human Allen Walker behind. The human child that feared being alone more than anything else.
Who was the 14th to refuse his darling White his company?
He leaned down to brush his dark grey lips against soft quivering pink. The lips under his parted for him hesitantly. His tongue moving forward as he pressed his mouth down onto Allen's harder. His White tasted of things truly forbidden.
The 14th pulled back to whisper against those sin tempting lips, smirk threatening to split his face in two. His gold eyes burning with lust. "My poor broken White, so pure except for your darkness. Your Noah who just will not let you go…"